Imogen Thomas may regret cheating
Natasha Giggs hated Imogen Thomas for having an affair with her husband. The whole thing had ended up in the press and was embarrassing for everyone. Natasha put the blame squarely on Imogen. She felt like the Big Brother star was complete slag and that the affair was all her fault. Natasha wanted revenge on Imogen in the worst way. She devised a way to humiliate The Welsh star in public so that the whole world could see. Natasha approached a major television network and asked if they could set something up. They ere too happy to comply. They loved the idea. They approached Imogen about appearing on television. Predictably, Imogen jumped at the chance of being on television. She wasn’t too choosey about what she chose to do in her career. Of course, they did not tell her about Natasha’s involvement or exactly what was going to happen on the show. She had done some pretty crazy things, so would be up for quite a few things, but she probably would not have a agreed to participate if she had known Natasha was involved. As it was, Imogen was just happy for the exposure.
Imogen appeared on the show in a tight black dress that showed off the curves of her body. She was up for just about anything. The host welcomed Imogen to the show. “Nice to have you here, Imogen,” he said. “Nice to be here,” she replied in her sexy Welsh accent. “I suppose you are wondering why you are here and what is going on,” he said. “You could say that,” she said with a giggle. “The theme of our show today is revenge,” he said. The audience gave a groan. “I don’t know if I like the sound of that,” Imogen said. “What we have is a special guest who would like to get revenge on you. What will happen is that you will be given a chance to save yourself. If you lose you will placed into our device behind you and our guest will take their revenge.” “Do I have a choice?,” Imogen asked. “Not really,” the host said. Everyone laughed.
Imogen was then given a game that she could not possibly win. If she won she would saver herself. A basketball hoop was brought out and she was told that she must make five baskets in one minute in order to save herself. Imogen was not very athletic anyway, but she had high heels on. Her attempts to shoot the basketball were greeted by roars of laughter. She could not help but laugh at herself. She was so bad at this. There was no danger of her making even one shot in one minute. When the time was up she shrugged her shoulders. “Oh well,” she said. “That didn’t go to well did it?,” the host said. “Um, no, I really stink,” she replied with a laugh. “Well you failed to save yourself, are you ready for your fate?,” he asked. “I suppose I ‘ll have to be,” she replied. “Would you like to join me,” he asked. Imogen shrugged her shoulders. She knew that she really had no choice.
Imogen followed him to the back of the stage to what looked like a huge wheel with some strapped on it. “Come on Imogen, time to get strapped in,” the host said. Imogen let out a deep sigh and then turned around and pressed her back against the wheel, pushing herself up a bit into place. He instructed her to raise her arms. She complied. She raised her arms above her head. He then secured her wrists in place with the straps. Imogen was then asked to spread her legs apart slightly. She did so. The host then took two more strapped and fastened them around each of Imogen’s ankles. Her dress rode up, exposing even more of her sexy, fake tan covered legs. Imogen was now firmly tied in place. She was totally helpless, strapped to the wheel. She was now totally helpless. She did wonder what was going to happen next at this point. 2Imogen, are you comfy in there?,” the host asked. “Yeah I am just great,” she said.
“Now shall we meet our surprise guest,” he asked. “May as well,” Imogen responded. “It is our old friend, Natasha Giggs.” The crowd cheered. Imogen rolled her eyes and mouthed the words, “ I fucking knew it.” She stuck her tongue to the side of her mouth. Natasha walked in a waived. She pointed at Imogen with both index fingers and laughed. She then wheeled out a trolly of messy substances. She gave Imogen an evil look. “It is time for revenge,” the host said, letting Natasha loose on the prone Imogen. Natasha did not grab any of the messy items yet, instead she sauntered over to Imogen.
She walked over to Imogen and grabbed her by the face. “I am going to enjoy this, you filthy dirty little slut,” she shouted. She then placed her hands on Imogen’s chest and took hold of her dress. She then thrust down and across as hard as she could. She pulled down and ripped Imogen’s dress to shreds. She pulled it down her body until it was off completely. Natasha then took the balled up dress and threw it in Imogen’s face. Imogen was left in only her dark purple bra and panties. Her stomach and the rest of her skin exposed. She was thankful that she wore underwear on this occasion, because she did not always do so wearing dresses like this one. Imogen closed her eyes and did her best not to give any reaction to the venom that was being directed her way.
In the meantime, Natasha had gone to the trolley and grabbed something for the helpless Imogen. She grabbed a huge cream covered cake. She took it in one hand and approached Imogen. Imogen squirmed and tried to get free, but of course there was no use. Natasha slowly sauntered up to Imogen brandishing the creamy cake. It was covered in whipped cream, sprinkles and strawberry. It had custard and jam in the centre. The cream looked like it was at least and inch thick. It looked delicious, but no one was going to be eating this cake. Instead, Natasha walked as close as she could to Imogen. She smirked as she decided where the cake was about to be planted. She then leaned back. Imogen shut her eyes in anticipation. She thought that the cake would be headed straight for her face, but she was wrong. Much to her surprise, as her eyes were closed, she felt a huge splat between her legs. She let out a moan as he felt Natasha’s palm driving the cake into her crotch. Natasha twisted the palm of her hand around, crushing and smashing the sponge in the cake into mush all around Imogen’s midsection. When she finally withdrew her hand, what was left was a gigantic round splatter mark that started at Imogen’s mid thigh and ended around her belly button. The epicentre was between her legs. Imogen could feel the cream and the cake inside of her knickers and all over her womanhood. Already her panties were a little bit more sticky than she would care to admit, and not all of it was from the confectionary concoction that had been splattered all over her nether regions. Natasha stepped back and crossed her arms. She looked on admiring what she had just done. She pointed and laughed.
Natasha then grabbed a chocolate cream pie. It was a delicious mixture of chocolate pudding and whipped cream. She held it with one hand and again approached Imogen. She licked her lips. She placed her hand on Imogen’s hip. She looked her in the eyes and said,” I hope you like chocolate you little tramp.” “Oh God,“ Imogen said to herself. She then took the pie, in her other hand and smashed it into Imogen’s face. She twisted it round and round, enjoying every second of getting one over on her love rival. “Oh yeah, I bet you like that don’t you? How does that taste you slut?,” Natasha taunted. Imogen could only gasp for air as Natasha held the pie tin in place for a moment. When she finally, let go, she revealed Imogen’s face dripping with whipped cream, chocolate pudding and pie crust. Some of the crust fell from her face down her body and onto the floor. Some of the excess pie rolled down Imogen’s chest and down her sexy body. Her eyes were wide as she came up for air. Her face slathered in pie. Imogen attempted to move her face around to allow some of the pie to fall, put it did little good.
Natasha now returned to the trolley and grabbed two bottles of ketchup. She took one in each hand and removed the lids. She then took a place about two yards from Imogen. She pointed the ketchup bottles at her and took aim. She then squeezed down with both hands on the bottles at the same time. Natasha squeezed as hard as she could. The ketchup flew through the air and both streams of it landed on Imogen’s tanned stomach. Natasha moved the bottles around slightly as she squeezed sending it all over Imogen’s stomach in dripping red lines all over her abs. Imogen’s body fidgeted slightly but she was barely able to move. Natasha then raised the bottles and sprayed some more ketchup all over Imogen’s breasts. Natasha took direct aim this time. The ketchup criss crossed all over Imogen’s now perky breasts and all over her dark coloured bra. Imogen’s eyes widened. Natasha then raised her aim even higher and sprayed ketchup all over Imogen’s face. Imogen spit and sputtered. Imogen’s body fidgeted as she was sprayed in the ketchup. Imogen screwed up her face as Natasha mercilessly sprayed her with the ketchup.
Natasha then went over to see what would be next for the defenceless Welsh glamour model. What she discovered was some large mounds of luncheon products. They sat in blobs on the table. They included ham salad, chicken salad, prawn salad and tuna salad. They looked and smelled disgusting. Natasha grabbed the chicken salad first. The size of the blobs fit perfectly into her hand. They were slightly more than one handful of the stuff each. She walked over to Imogen and looked her up and down, deciding where she was going to place the mess that she held in her hand. She tapped her chin with her finger, pretending to be in deep thought about it. She then took her hand and grabbed Imogen’s panties at the waist. She pulled them outwards and then placed her hand at the zenith. She then opened her hand and let the chicken salad fall into Imogen’s underwear. She then quickly let go of the panties with her other hand. They snapped back into place. Imogen now had underwear filled with chicken salad. Her panties were tiny and tight as it was, but now they bulged with chicken salad. Some hung out between her legs and at her waist. It was all packed tightly against her private parts. She could feel the chicken salad all over her vagina and even against her butt crack. The feeling of the sloppy chicken salad pressed against her most intimate regions was a strange sensation.
Meanwhile, Natasha grabbed the ham salad from its spot on the tray. She approached her half naked rival, who was already dripping in various messy substances. She decided that the ham salad would be best placed on Imogen’s stomach. Natasha took her hand and pressed the ham salad against Imogen’s stomach. She could feel the sloppy warmth of Imogen’s flesh as she pushed the sloppy ham mess onto her body. She twisted it around a bit, squashing it against Imogen’s taut body, so that it would stick in place on her. The substance itself was totally disgusting. It was slimy and rotten. The feel of it against her sexy body was not something that Imogen was enjoying very much. Natasha pushed it in. She then stepped away, leaving the ham salad stuck all over Imogen’s body. Some of it fell off of her, some of it stuck in place.
The rotten tuna salad was next to come. Natasha grabbed that and with an enormous smile approached Imogen again. Natasha decided that this time, Imogen’s massive bosoms would be her target. These had seemed to increase dramatically in size over the years. Natasha took her aim as she walked towards Imogen. She took her hand and plopped the disgusting tuna salad down onto her breasts. She took both hands and spread the tuna fish all over both of her breasts. Her bra becoming filled with the tuna. Natasha took both hands and rubbed the tuna fish all over Imogen’s heaving bosoms. “Oh yeah, they are definitely fake,” Natasha remarked as she walked back to the trolley, leaving Imogen’s heaving mounds smothered in tuna salad. The smell of which was atrocious. Imogen felt as if she wanted to gag from the stench of the nasty tuna fish.
Natasha then walked over and grabbed the final ball of mess. This time it was the prawn salad. She took it in one hand and then pranced over to Imogen. She pulled herself up and put her hand to the top of Imogen’s head. She then smacked her hand down on the top of Imogen’s head. She smashed the ball of prawn salad straight onto Imogen’s head. She then lifted her hand. She had a bit of difficulty removing her hand at that point. She wiggled her fingers as the prawn salad and her hand was stick to Imogen’s brown hair. In a moment, she was able to dislodge her hand, leaving a mountain of prawn salad on top of Imogen’s head. It began to fall apart and ooze down the sides of Imogen’s face. She gave a disgusted look at the prawn salad slowly fell down her face. It looked like some kind of bizarre helmet on her head. Prawns fell and dangled everywhere.
Finally, Natasha returned with the final item. It was an enormous bucket, filled with manure. Natasha brought the bucket over and stood slightly away from Imogen. She said,” This is perfect for a dirty little cow like you.” She swung the bucket with both hands several times. On the third swing, she launched the manure straight at the helpless Imogen. The manure flew through the air and landed with a splatter all over Imogen. Lumps of manure landed on her face and splattered all over her body. The manure was real. It was runny and smelly. It was thick, brown and very lumpy. Imogen could feel the thick manure all over her. Natasha took a bow and then turned and looked at what she had done. She pointed and laughed at Imogen. “You should be used to situations like this,” Natasha said.
Then, before Imogen even realized what was happening, Natasha undid the straps that had secured her. She grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her with her to the back door of the studio. She pushed her out and then slammed the door. “See you later, Imogen,” she said. Imogen found herself in the middle of a public street in a busy city, wearing very little, totally covered in mess. She banged on the door. “Hey, what are you doing, someone let me back in,” she shouted. She got no response. No one was going to help her now, it appeared. “I’m covered in manure,” she shouted.
Natasha Giggs hated Imogen Thomas for having an affair with her husband. The whole thing had ended up in the press and was embarrassing for everyone. Natasha put the blame squarely on Imogen. She felt like the Big Brother star was complete slag and that the affair was all her fault. Natasha wanted revenge on Imogen in the worst way. She devised a way to humiliate The Welsh star in public so that the whole world could see. Natasha approached a major television network and asked if they could set something up. They ere too happy to comply. They loved the idea. They approached Imogen about appearing on television. Predictably, Imogen jumped at the chance of being on television. She wasn’t too choosey about what she chose to do in her career. Of course, they did not tell her about Natasha’s involvement or exactly what was going to happen on the show. She had done some pretty crazy things, so would be up for quite a few things, but she probably would not have a agreed to participate if she had known Natasha was involved. As it was, Imogen was just happy for the exposure.
Imogen appeared on the show in a tight black dress that showed off the curves of her body. She was up for just about anything. The host welcomed Imogen to the show. “Nice to have you here, Imogen,” he said. “Nice to be here,” she replied in her sexy Welsh accent. “I suppose you are wondering why you are here and what is going on,” he said. “You could say that,” she said with a giggle. “The theme of our show today is revenge,” he said. The audience gave a groan. “I don’t know if I like the sound of that,” Imogen said. “What we have is a special guest who would like to get revenge on you. What will happen is that you will be given a chance to save yourself. If you lose you will placed into our device behind you and our guest will take their revenge.” “Do I have a choice?,” Imogen asked. “Not really,” the host said. Everyone laughed.
Imogen was then given a game that she could not possibly win. If she won she would saver herself. A basketball hoop was brought out and she was told that she must make five baskets in one minute in order to save herself. Imogen was not very athletic anyway, but she had high heels on. Her attempts to shoot the basketball were greeted by roars of laughter. She could not help but laugh at herself. She was so bad at this. There was no danger of her making even one shot in one minute. When the time was up she shrugged her shoulders. “Oh well,” she said. “That didn’t go to well did it?,” the host said. “Um, no, I really stink,” she replied with a laugh. “Well you failed to save yourself, are you ready for your fate?,” he asked. “I suppose I ‘ll have to be,” she replied. “Would you like to join me,” he asked. Imogen shrugged her shoulders. She knew that she really had no choice.
Imogen followed him to the back of the stage to what looked like a huge wheel with some strapped on it. “Come on Imogen, time to get strapped in,” the host said. Imogen let out a deep sigh and then turned around and pressed her back against the wheel, pushing herself up a bit into place. He instructed her to raise her arms. She complied. She raised her arms above her head. He then secured her wrists in place with the straps. Imogen was then asked to spread her legs apart slightly. She did so. The host then took two more strapped and fastened them around each of Imogen’s ankles. Her dress rode up, exposing even more of her sexy, fake tan covered legs. Imogen was now firmly tied in place. She was totally helpless, strapped to the wheel. She was now totally helpless. She did wonder what was going to happen next at this point. 2Imogen, are you comfy in there?,” the host asked. “Yeah I am just great,” she said.
“Now shall we meet our surprise guest,” he asked. “May as well,” Imogen responded. “It is our old friend, Natasha Giggs.” The crowd cheered. Imogen rolled her eyes and mouthed the words, “ I fucking knew it.” She stuck her tongue to the side of her mouth. Natasha walked in a waived. She pointed at Imogen with both index fingers and laughed. She then wheeled out a trolly of messy substances. She gave Imogen an evil look. “It is time for revenge,” the host said, letting Natasha loose on the prone Imogen. Natasha did not grab any of the messy items yet, instead she sauntered over to Imogen.
She walked over to Imogen and grabbed her by the face. “I am going to enjoy this, you filthy dirty little slut,” she shouted. She then placed her hands on Imogen’s chest and took hold of her dress. She then thrust down and across as hard as she could. She pulled down and ripped Imogen’s dress to shreds. She pulled it down her body until it was off completely. Natasha then took the balled up dress and threw it in Imogen’s face. Imogen was left in only her dark purple bra and panties. Her stomach and the rest of her skin exposed. She was thankful that she wore underwear on this occasion, because she did not always do so wearing dresses like this one. Imogen closed her eyes and did her best not to give any reaction to the venom that was being directed her way.
In the meantime, Natasha had gone to the trolley and grabbed something for the helpless Imogen. She grabbed a huge cream covered cake. She took it in one hand and approached Imogen. Imogen squirmed and tried to get free, but of course there was no use. Natasha slowly sauntered up to Imogen brandishing the creamy cake. It was covered in whipped cream, sprinkles and strawberry. It had custard and jam in the centre. The cream looked like it was at least and inch thick. It looked delicious, but no one was going to be eating this cake. Instead, Natasha walked as close as she could to Imogen. She smirked as she decided where the cake was about to be planted. She then leaned back. Imogen shut her eyes in anticipation. She thought that the cake would be headed straight for her face, but she was wrong. Much to her surprise, as her eyes were closed, she felt a huge splat between her legs. She let out a moan as he felt Natasha’s palm driving the cake into her crotch. Natasha twisted the palm of her hand around, crushing and smashing the sponge in the cake into mush all around Imogen’s midsection. When she finally withdrew her hand, what was left was a gigantic round splatter mark that started at Imogen’s mid thigh and ended around her belly button. The epicentre was between her legs. Imogen could feel the cream and the cake inside of her knickers and all over her womanhood. Already her panties were a little bit more sticky than she would care to admit, and not all of it was from the confectionary concoction that had been splattered all over her nether regions. Natasha stepped back and crossed her arms. She looked on admiring what she had just done. She pointed and laughed.
Natasha then grabbed a chocolate cream pie. It was a delicious mixture of chocolate pudding and whipped cream. She held it with one hand and again approached Imogen. She licked her lips. She placed her hand on Imogen’s hip. She looked her in the eyes and said,” I hope you like chocolate you little tramp.” “Oh God,“ Imogen said to herself. She then took the pie, in her other hand and smashed it into Imogen’s face. She twisted it round and round, enjoying every second of getting one over on her love rival. “Oh yeah, I bet you like that don’t you? How does that taste you slut?,” Natasha taunted. Imogen could only gasp for air as Natasha held the pie tin in place for a moment. When she finally, let go, she revealed Imogen’s face dripping with whipped cream, chocolate pudding and pie crust. Some of the crust fell from her face down her body and onto the floor. Some of the excess pie rolled down Imogen’s chest and down her sexy body. Her eyes were wide as she came up for air. Her face slathered in pie. Imogen attempted to move her face around to allow some of the pie to fall, put it did little good.
Natasha now returned to the trolley and grabbed two bottles of ketchup. She took one in each hand and removed the lids. She then took a place about two yards from Imogen. She pointed the ketchup bottles at her and took aim. She then squeezed down with both hands on the bottles at the same time. Natasha squeezed as hard as she could. The ketchup flew through the air and both streams of it landed on Imogen’s tanned stomach. Natasha moved the bottles around slightly as she squeezed sending it all over Imogen’s stomach in dripping red lines all over her abs. Imogen’s body fidgeted slightly but she was barely able to move. Natasha then raised the bottles and sprayed some more ketchup all over Imogen’s breasts. Natasha took direct aim this time. The ketchup criss crossed all over Imogen’s now perky breasts and all over her dark coloured bra. Imogen’s eyes widened. Natasha then raised her aim even higher and sprayed ketchup all over Imogen’s face. Imogen spit and sputtered. Imogen’s body fidgeted as she was sprayed in the ketchup. Imogen screwed up her face as Natasha mercilessly sprayed her with the ketchup.
Natasha then went over to see what would be next for the defenceless Welsh glamour model. What she discovered was some large mounds of luncheon products. They sat in blobs on the table. They included ham salad, chicken salad, prawn salad and tuna salad. They looked and smelled disgusting. Natasha grabbed the chicken salad first. The size of the blobs fit perfectly into her hand. They were slightly more than one handful of the stuff each. She walked over to Imogen and looked her up and down, deciding where she was going to place the mess that she held in her hand. She tapped her chin with her finger, pretending to be in deep thought about it. She then took her hand and grabbed Imogen’s panties at the waist. She pulled them outwards and then placed her hand at the zenith. She then opened her hand and let the chicken salad fall into Imogen’s underwear. She then quickly let go of the panties with her other hand. They snapped back into place. Imogen now had underwear filled with chicken salad. Her panties were tiny and tight as it was, but now they bulged with chicken salad. Some hung out between her legs and at her waist. It was all packed tightly against her private parts. She could feel the chicken salad all over her vagina and even against her butt crack. The feeling of the sloppy chicken salad pressed against her most intimate regions was a strange sensation.
Meanwhile, Natasha grabbed the ham salad from its spot on the tray. She approached her half naked rival, who was already dripping in various messy substances. She decided that the ham salad would be best placed on Imogen’s stomach. Natasha took her hand and pressed the ham salad against Imogen’s stomach. She could feel the sloppy warmth of Imogen’s flesh as she pushed the sloppy ham mess onto her body. She twisted it around a bit, squashing it against Imogen’s taut body, so that it would stick in place on her. The substance itself was totally disgusting. It was slimy and rotten. The feel of it against her sexy body was not something that Imogen was enjoying very much. Natasha pushed it in. She then stepped away, leaving the ham salad stuck all over Imogen’s body. Some of it fell off of her, some of it stuck in place.
The rotten tuna salad was next to come. Natasha grabbed that and with an enormous smile approached Imogen again. Natasha decided that this time, Imogen’s massive bosoms would be her target. These had seemed to increase dramatically in size over the years. Natasha took her aim as she walked towards Imogen. She took her hand and plopped the disgusting tuna salad down onto her breasts. She took both hands and spread the tuna fish all over both of her breasts. Her bra becoming filled with the tuna. Natasha took both hands and rubbed the tuna fish all over Imogen’s heaving bosoms. “Oh yeah, they are definitely fake,” Natasha remarked as she walked back to the trolley, leaving Imogen’s heaving mounds smothered in tuna salad. The smell of which was atrocious. Imogen felt as if she wanted to gag from the stench of the nasty tuna fish.
Natasha then walked over and grabbed the final ball of mess. This time it was the prawn salad. She took it in one hand and then pranced over to Imogen. She pulled herself up and put her hand to the top of Imogen’s head. She then smacked her hand down on the top of Imogen’s head. She smashed the ball of prawn salad straight onto Imogen’s head. She then lifted her hand. She had a bit of difficulty removing her hand at that point. She wiggled her fingers as the prawn salad and her hand was stick to Imogen’s brown hair. In a moment, she was able to dislodge her hand, leaving a mountain of prawn salad on top of Imogen’s head. It began to fall apart and ooze down the sides of Imogen’s face. She gave a disgusted look at the prawn salad slowly fell down her face. It looked like some kind of bizarre helmet on her head. Prawns fell and dangled everywhere.
Finally, Natasha returned with the final item. It was an enormous bucket, filled with manure. Natasha brought the bucket over and stood slightly away from Imogen. She said,” This is perfect for a dirty little cow like you.” She swung the bucket with both hands several times. On the third swing, she launched the manure straight at the helpless Imogen. The manure flew through the air and landed with a splatter all over Imogen. Lumps of manure landed on her face and splattered all over her body. The manure was real. It was runny and smelly. It was thick, brown and very lumpy. Imogen could feel the thick manure all over her. Natasha took a bow and then turned and looked at what she had done. She pointed and laughed at Imogen. “You should be used to situations like this,” Natasha said.
Then, before Imogen even realized what was happening, Natasha undid the straps that had secured her. She grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her with her to the back door of the studio. She pushed her out and then slammed the door. “See you later, Imogen,” she said. Imogen found herself in the middle of a public street in a busy city, wearing very little, totally covered in mess. She banged on the door. “Hey, what are you doing, someone let me back in,” she shouted. She got no response. No one was going to help her now, it appeared. “I’m covered in manure,” she shouted.
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